“Loneliness is something, isn’t it? It has a presence of it’s own. It disguises itself within you.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“The worst part of loneliness is not the absence of someone but rather the repeated exposure of yourself.” She points her finger to her head. “Think about it, when you’re alone, you think of all the worst possible scenarios. Your insecurities become more than what they are. They become your nightmare, your morning coffee. You begin to question —- Why am I alone? What is wrong with me?” Says Sam.